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About Ghent

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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Between the rivers (ah, the gentle flow of de Wilde Rivier) and the chill vibes in each corner, Desselgem is a mix of beauty and raw humor. There's a funny old bridge on Brinklaan that crosses over a tiny canal – perfect for random picnics and awkward selfies. The dating scene here is a riot sometimes, like that one time I almost matched with a tree (j/k, but almost, for real!). It all reminds me of that movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – the whole poetic, fluttery feeling that smacks ya in the face when you least expect it. Remember the line "I could swallow the entire sea"? That's the vibe here sometimes!

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